The Reclaimed Temple #1297

The Reclaimed Temple In sacred courts He walked, His gaze aflame, "Den of robbers, be gone!" His voice did claim. Forty-six years of stone and sweat, Brick by brick, where faith and toil met. How dare you defile, with greed's dark stain, This holy place, built not in vain? Yet spoke He of a temple not of stone, But His body, the flesh and bone. "In three days risen," He declared, A temple rebuilt, divinely spared. Amid the merchants, coins did clink, Their avarice a foul, discordant link. Tables overturned with holy rage, Silver and gold freed from their cage. Sacrifice hung heavy in the air, Echoing prophecies laid bare. A marketplace from prayer's embrace, A den for thieves, devoid of grace. But in His eyes, a dawn's new light, Promises of a resurrection's might. His body, the cornerstone, unbroken, A beacon for words He had spoken. In chaos, redemption's gentle call, Back to the sacred, the pure, the all. Not just in stone, but in spirit and soul, He would raise it, make it whole. The temple reclaimed, forever to last, Anchored in future, present, and past. Written by Steven G. Lee (May 12, 2024)